Chapter 388: Waiting for the Rabbit

"Raaaargh!" A furious beast's dying howl tore through the mountains. Benson Santee showed, in the most brutal way possible, what peak physical combat power looked like. Every punch carried the weight of a Sacred Artifact. Every kick detonated with the same murderous force. No matter how disciplined those silver-armored assassins were, they could not withstand a single blow from him. No matter how savage and frenzied those wrath beasts were, they only shattered into meat and bone beneath his blazing...